Stopping by Ocala Woods, A Decima

The fan palms damp with drops
of water from the drizzling sky
that rains quietly on ferns and high
pines at Marshall’s Swamp, a stop
To see the marsh, the oak treetops
in a cool pace, to sit meditating
Surrounded by tall cypress abating
The whirl of life, the shop-strewn world,
commerce, cars and new stores unfurled
like a million black ants proliferating.